Postcards are a nice way to send a message to someone. However, they are a fragile form. Why anyone would ever trust paper is an answer we will never know. But if you must send a postcard send a postcard in a bottle. And really there is only one message you should ever write on a postcard. The card should read I love you but I am stuck in a jungle and it is going to eat me. Never specify who you are, this way anyone who receives the postcard will think they are loved by someone who was eaten by a jungle. This is a good way to be remembered. This is a good way to have candles lit in your honor.

Chad Redden, from his dream guides podcast The Rocket Dream (via kdecember)

But I think our childhood is more decisive than people generally are willing to admit. And what happens to us later can either cast a shadow or shine a light on what’s already been created — or ruined — within us.

—Ingmar Bergman, from an interview (via violentwavesofemotion)

pitchfork:

How to Dress Well’s ecstatic "Repeat Pleasure", from his forthcoming album "What Is This Heart?"is a Best New Track.

softerworld:

A Softer World: 1084
(but it is a house you can build.)
buy this print

softerworld:

A Softer World: 1084

(but it is a house you can build.)

buy this print

softerworld:

A Softer World: 1084
(but it is a house you can build.)
buy this print

softerworld:

A Softer World: 1084

(but it is a house you can build.)

buy this print

pitchfork:

How to Dress Well’s ecstatic "Repeat Pleasure", from his forthcoming album "What Is This Heart?"is a Best New Track.

nogreatillusion:

Spend all your money on books and end every run with Wilson Phillips’ “Hold On” and you’ll be alright.

clearly the life i should be living. 

NYC was very, very good to me. Onward to April.

NYC was very, very good to me. Onward to April.

jamiebrarian:

march 31st!

(Source: aleriehightower)

I love you
because you made me
want to love you
more than I love my privacy
my freedom my commitments
and responsibilities.

I love you because I changed my life
to love you
because you saw me one friday
afternoon and decided that I would
love you

I love you I love you I love you.

—Nikki Giovanni, from Resignation (via violentwavesofemotion)

I didn’t stop, though, knocking down one workout at a time, crossing them out on the photocopy with a felt-tip pen as I went. I craved soreness in my muscles, and pain. It was both my penance for failing again in a relationship and a reminder that, yes, I was still alive and could feel something other than grief.

Running as Therapy - NYTimes.com (via kennsica)

Stories are compasses and architecture; we navigate by them, we build our sanctuaries and our prisons out of them, and to be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra or sea ice. To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put yourself in their story, or to figure out how to tell their story. Which means that a place is a story, and stories are geography, and empathy is first of all an act of imagination, a storyteller’s art, and then a way of traveling from here to there.

—Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby (via doskapozora)